Improv/Imitation 2, Week 3

"What have you done, Cornelius?"
I gave you morning melody in the radio
with nothing left but static, dead air.
So far, sleep with open hands begging
for vanilla lotion without sniffling
like I assume man did when he discovered
rocks were for throwing, not eating.
You look at the fire burning down Mattie's
house and wish you had discovered it:
fire, not the burning rubble of a barter.
Your classmates will call you Lou,
just like the neighbors insist to do;
perhaps I should have called you that
instead of Louisianne or Louis.